Translation of Velonica by Aqua Timez :

Ah, Pretending to be happy is but a sad distraction
I rush to give you my silent warning a gentle squeeze of your hand
As I glance at the path I've walked, I've endured, without a companion
My face is overwhelmed with a familiar aroma and the dust keeps piling up
I collapse outside of town, land softly
My legs are weary of their endless journey
And fleeting memories run through my head
I see the same profile, hear the same words over and over
Like the girl who asked me "isn't life so sad when all you do is live?"
You're still careless, young and helpless...
Disappearing into a hollow void
Now having witnessed sadness you should never have seen
Crying tears that should have remained dry
We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone,
but you know, we don't need to be


Smeared with frustration and distracted by fads
I pretend to be happy and sing
I run further recklessly and quietly to give a warning where the wind is blowing
As I glance at the road which I came from
with time to spare with all the declining enemies surrounding me
What comes after a war is one game
“There’s a mountain, valley, cliff”and the dust keeps piling up


In the middle of my endless journey, on the outskirts of town I stopped by for a short visit
My tired legs collapse, I lie down and repeat my shallow sleep
I see that same profile over and over, I hear those same words over and over?
“Isn’t life just sad when all I do is exist?”
the tobacco smoke floating in the air
fading into emptiness into the day which is still powerless and young
Now having witnessed sadness that you didn’t need to see

And holding in tears that don’t have to be held in
We may not be tough enough to live by truth alone
but you know, do we need to be? Do we?
When I opened my eyes, the word was in spring is pushed aside by
The cherry blossom coloured wind pushes through
On the way to the destination of the far away other side,
I wonder if you were in this field of rape blossoms
I can search for a white, flapping bird in this sky at this time, certainly
You listen carefully to the ground and search for the black ant’s footsteps, don’t you?

Tearing off a disguise like a clown’s, standing on a hill which is forgotten in the sun
Basking in the light of the moon, taking a deep breath
In the world where there’s no yelling voice of the plates breaking
Without sharing warmth, life can continue
However, just living is not enough for us

The budding ground, the thick trunk, the disappearing rainbow, the passing days,
The night sky’s Spica, the four season’s mystery,
they taught us how to continue searching for the truth
No matter how far we travel, the start of life
Is a lonely baby who cried out to live and be loved
Our reason to continue leaving here for somewhere else
Is because it is needed in order to see that there is no answer
anywhere other then in the heart

♥ 11:43 AM